king of ros

Chapter 66 The Glory of the Night Banquet
Under the night sky, the Ross people set up countless torches to illuminate the land like day,
"Come on, let's toast the winner."

"Long live Lord Rostislav! May his martial fame last forever!"

The battlefield, which was still bloody during the day, is now a place for banquets and entertainment for the Ross people. All the sergeants sat on the ground, enjoying the food given by the Grand Duke, cheering for victory, and cheering for heroes.

This war made everyone a lot of money. The huge amount of property and livestock in the Polovez camp made everyone more or less rich. Gold and silver wealth stimulated everyone's mood and made them even more excited .

Although the land is still covered with blood, and the corpses of the Polovets are piled up in the corpse pit on the side, the Ross people don't care. Compared with the joy of victory, this little discomfort is nothing, and everyone is not a pampered person , are all soldiers who have gone through battles, and blood and corpses are part of daily life.

The sound of drums and brass horns sounded at the same time. There were no musical instruments in the army, and people could only play with them for fun, which was considered a special flavor.

Barrels of kvass were drained in this kind of drinking, countless barbecues, cheese and bread were eaten up, but new ones would be delivered soon, allowing this banquet that would last throughout the night to continue.

However, for some people, this kind of banquet is still not joyful and exciting enough. A group of people used the strength of alcohol to make an open space to start their favorite fight.

In this open space, two strong men with bare upper body were waving their fists and attacking each other, and they were surrounded by soldiers watching the commotion. more.

In this simple fighting arena, when a certain party succeeds in attacking, there will be bursts of cheers, and of course, there will be abuse. If there is a fight, there will be a bet, and if there is a bet, someone will lose money.

In contrast, the generals of the army enjoyed much more elegance. They drank the Moldavian wine specially provided by the Grand Duke and ate various delicacies sprinkled with spices.They even have seats. Although they are just ordinary long tables and benches, ordinary soldiers usually sit on them, but now they are enjoyed by the nobles.

The few prostitutes in the army acted as maids and shuttled among the nobles and warriors, filled them with fine wine, served them food, and even twitched their buttocks to show off their heads. Here are all the rich and powerful of Rose, and spending a night with them is indispensable for rewards. Being able to be favored by any adult, as a lover, can escape the sea of ​​suffering.

And these ostentations did arouse the desire of many warriors who were still fighting hard during the day. For warriors, a woman's body is the best way to relieve the excited hormones.Some people have already pulled the maids to leave and headed for their tents, and even more impatient people just found a bush and made it directly.

But most people still don't have that kind of thought. Compared with women, they care more about today's happy banquet. The joy at this moment is the time to enhance the relationship between warriors and associate with princes and dignitaries.

In front of the nobles, a Gaelic warrior with a scar on his face was plucking his strings. No one knew his name, only that he came from the faraway British Isles, but he made himself stand out with his excellent singing. And here, singing the ancient poetry, his face was hooded and blue cloak covered him.

"Alas, the years I have spent, where have they gone?
Are lives just a dream, or are they not real?
The things I once believed in, do they really exist?
Maybe I fell into a deep sleep and couldn't explain them one by one.

The children who used to play with me are old and unreliable.

The fields have been consumed by the flames, and the trees have been felled.

Rivers that should have been endless are no longer flowing.

The sadness in my heart can no longer be carried by this body.

The world looks beautiful on the outside, it is white, light green and bright red.

Once you look inside it, the world is nothing but black as death. "

"good, very good!"

When the last note fell, Grand Duke Ross was the first to applaud loudly. The Grand Duke had already done so, and the others naturally followed, applauding and applauding.

The artistic conception of the poem made the Grand Duke shed tears in his eyes. He thought of the years he had spent, those calculations and battles, those failures and achievements, but now these have no meaning to the dying old man. big dream.

The poet held the qin and bowed to express his gratitude to everyone present. The Grand Duke's attendant presented a bag of gold coins, which was a reward from Yaroslav. The poet took it and retreated amidst the noise.

Not long after the poet left, the whole meeting place became extremely noisy again. People boasted about their achievements, gulped down the Grand Duke's wine, and washed down the food with it.

"Rostislav!"

The Grand Duke wiped away his tears, collected his expression, and called out to his grandson, the greatest contributor to this war.

Prince Ross, who was bragging about his battlefield experience with the young warriors around him, stood up immediately. He knew that the main event was coming, and the Grand Duke would introduce himself to everyone, his grandson who had made great achievements in the war.

Rostislav stood up and felt countless gazes. These gazes included envy, admiration, and even jealousy, but he accepted them all frankly. He exchanged blood and fire for all of these, which he deserved.

His offensive was a turning point on the battlefield, laying the foundation for victory. He took back the ancestral skull that the family had wanted to harvest for many years, and dedicated it to the Grand Duke. His achievements have brought countless honors to this body, so glorious eye-catching.

"Come here and kneel before me."

Prince Ross walked up to his grandfather and knelt down in full view. Yaroslav looked at his eldest grandson. He didn't expect this child to make such great achievements and fulfill the family's long-cherished wish. He had to lament that God's will is really Unfathomable.

"Rostislav, your glory has earned it for you."

The Grand Duke waved his hand, and the attendants standing sideways walked up holding the plate, and the Grand Duke lifted the red cloth above, revealing the jeweled jewellery.

Numerous red and sapphires are inlaid on the silver necklace, and what hangs on the necklace is a delicate and small painting of the Virgin Mary. Inlaid with emeralds.

Everyone gasped in amazement, such luxurious and exquisite jewels are enough to be treasures even in the treasury of the monarch of the imperial capital, and this is the most precious treasure of Kyiv, and now the Grand Duke wants to give it to his grandson.

Many people didn't expect the situation to develop like this. Many people thought that what the Grand Duke sent was just gold and silver armbands or rings, but they actually sent such treasures. Many people paid more attention to Rostislav, because the Grand Duke's importance can be seen at a glance. .

The eyes of the uncle are full of admiration for the outstanding juniors. For him, there is nothing more gratifying than the emergence of talents in the family. However, the look in the eyes of the second uncle is quite complicated. Miscellaneous.

"Cheer to the winner."

"Long live! Long live! Long live Rostislav!"

The Grand Duke Ross roared loudly, and the crowd naturally followed closely behind. Their voices spread, and the soldiers who heard them also began to shout his name. Gradually, everyone in the venue was shouting for him.

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(End of this chapter)